Daddy Dearest Read online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?

One fucking look told me all I needed to know.

She wanted this so fucking badly.

I caged her body beneath mine and watched her shake, my cock so hard I felt precum spilling from my tip. I reached for her, my strong fingers wrapping around her dainty wrist, and I placed her hand on the bulge in my boxers. She tried to resist, but I made her. Forced her hand to cup my balls, stroke my cock, slow, up and down, until she was physically trembling.

And then I let go of her and pressed my body against hers, skin on skin, nothing but our underwear between us.

She cried, not cried out, cried like a little girl, tears slipping down her rosy cheeks and dripping from her chin.

I couldn’t fucking move. I stayed like that, with her body so submissive to mine, for what felt like hours. She was struggling to get away, her cries more and more desperate. My cock throbbed against her tummy. Her nipples were so hard they looked tiny, so tight and so hard they must’ve hurt.

I lowered my face against hers. My beard brushed against her jaw ever so gently, and she finally made a desperate little sound.

“Do you know how to kiss?” I asked her gently, my voice a breath across her lips. “Has anyone taught you, Kendall?”

“I…” she whispered. “Daddy, please, I’m–”

“Kiss me,” I growled against her mouth. “Fucking kiss me so I can decide if you’re good at it.”

She was shaking so much I had to place my hands on her forearms and hold her back against the door.

“Come on,” I said gently. “Come on, baby girl. One little kiss. One lick, one taste. Come on, Kendall. Kiss Daddy right now.”

She leaned forward, her mouth latching onto mine. She sobbed against my lips and started to kiss me, so fucking needy it was all sucking, lapping at me, like she was trying to give me a blowjob. I didn’t let myself move, even though it felt like my cock was going to burst. It stretched my boxers to a dangerous point, precum leaking from my tip like a damn waterfall.

“Kendall,” I muttered against her wet lips, and she whimpered, kissing me harder, braver, more desperate. “Baby girl, look at you.”

She looked up at me as she bit my bottom lip, sucking, pleading with those eyes.

“You’re a fucking mess,” I told her, my hand going up to her cheek and wiping at her tear-stained skin. She mewled as I kept stroking her, my other hand going to the small of her back, soothing her as gently as I could manage. “Such a pretty little mess for Daddy, aren’t you, Kendall? Do you like being messy for me?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her lips still on mine. So desperate, her kisses getting messy like she had no idea what she was doing. I fucking reveled in it. No experience. Never touched, never spoiled. I was losing it, more and more by the second. She was still a fucking kid. Fuck her eighteen years, she kissed like a little girl.

And I was a sick damn bastard, because it turned me right the fuck on.

“Are you going to let me mess you up?” I whispered against her lips. “Are you going to let Daddy fuck you up, baby girl?”

More tears, so many fucking tears. She nodded with her mouth on mine, jerky little nods while she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on her. She tasted like cherry pie and innocence. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Beg me,” I ordered her as she took my mouth, her fingers coming up and scratching at my chest desperately. “Beg, Kendall.”

“Please, p-please,” she whimpered. “Please Daddy, please, please, Daddy please.”

“Please what?” I growled into her mouth. Such a fucking tiny mouth. She was never going to fit my cock in there. Not even if I grabbed the sides of it and held her open like a whore. “Please what, Kendall? Beg properly, beg fucking perfectly, baby girl, because you have to convince me.”

“Please Daddy,” she rushed. “Please, Daddy please, I’ll do anything, kiss me back Daddy, kiss my neck, kiss my tits… Daddy, kiss my… kiss my pussy…”

I groaned and one lone tear ran down her cheek. She kept kissing me between soft pleas and whispered promises.

“Please touch me. Please stroke me, please Daddy, just please touch me, scratch me, pinch me, just touch me, Daddy, do whatever you want… I promise I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise you.”

“I don’t want to touch you,” I growled, and she stilled for a mere second before going back to what she’d been doing, completely ignoring my words. “I don’t, baby girl, I don’t want to touch you like that, it’s not right, it’s not good, we’re not supposed to do that, not here, not now. Beg me, Kendall, beg for me to change my mind.”


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